I was a student of Dorn's in the early 1970's at North Eastern Illinois University in Chicago. What struck me most upon meeting him was his androgynous Grace. The way he lit a Camel cigarette. The way he moved and walked; always quickly as if already wanting to be 'there.
I knew him outside of class also, with his beautiful wife, Jenny. His place on Diversey Avenue was a meeting place for the "Stone Wind Poets," who consolidated the Renaissance of Chicago's artists as the HUB of new writing activity.
When I saw and heard him read for the first time - I soon after wrote the poem "April The Day" He validated 'my own voice' and it was an epiphany.
A cornerstone of Floodlights,
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Tearing a Styrofoam cup and putting the shards into the base of it: He asked: "What would you call that?" and answered: "A cup full of cup."
Henry Kanabus . Poet